(That's me on the right - age 14.)The story made me think back to my own YA days. How old was I when I stopped trick-or-treating? I must have been younger than 14, because that year, while my best friend and I dressed up in matching genie costumes that her mom sewed for us, we went to the fairgrounds to celebrate. It was supposed to be cool with a haunted house and all that, but it was actually pretty lame. I'm pretty sure we spent a decent amount of time in the bounce-house, trying to hop while making sure you genie tops didn't fall off our non-existent chests. (Ah... the good old days.)
But, I honestly can't remember the last time I donned a costume and went door-to-door collecting the good stuff. Sixth grade? I dressed up as a 50s roller-skate waitress and my cousin was a 50s poodle skirt girl. (Okay, trick or treating with roller skates is awesome, by the way.) But after that, I just don't recall. How sad it that? No wonder I love Halloween so much as an adult. I'm making up for a wasted youth!
When was the last time y'all went door-to-door (for yourself - not your kids) on Halloween? Were you YA or MG?